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 Jul 2013 Christina Nimeh
Ugo
Skyscrapers and mango trees wearing boxer briefs.

The tantalizing wind blows caressing paperclips and mortuary signs—
turning them indigo red for we all know that dead bodies are nothing but dead.

Hymns of love and soliloquies of the unconscious ego—
Id of our time but men of the past be our hero.
Leaving to wonder, if king Nebuchadnezzar was a crack-feign
would Coca Cola still educate penguins on the importance of Lesbian Existence?

For in this war of life, cockroaches are the real winners,
and the taste of excellence is only reserved for fire extinguishers —

so if nuclear clouds persist,
let the fire burn with love and you lay on the bed of oblivion
cuddling the moral that capitalism leads to schizophrenia.

So insure your sanity for free 99, this, with warm regards from yours truly,

                                                               ­              Rhizome of Golgotha.
This darkness imprisons me like shackles,
chains of ice and evil.
You, like a guardian, are a hope for me.
My only hope:
the only one with the key to free me
from this never-ending nightmare.
You, my angel,
are the only light in the dark tunnel I live in,
the only piece of me that won't cease existence.
Please stay and light up the dark
and take me down a new path?
I've offered you my love, heart, soul, and
all I have to give.  You now carry it in your hands.
Define me...
Lost hopes keeping me live and sane
Evil thoughts I never wished to find
This rage in me leaves me blind
I fear the wake of destruction I've left behind
has led me to my own demise.
This rage is palpable, the evil seen in my eye.
These beliefs I once knew are now regrettable.
Show me now the secrets you wish me to find.
Surrounded by candles, I write,
"I love..." these candles so unilluminant
give off little light, but bunched together,
they light up the night. Looking behind me
and my past, I see a long, twisted, and gnarled
road of life I have lived, branches everywhere.
Mostly all dead ends because I lost
what was most important om them.
But a new one has opened for me:
A path that leads to a beautiful, funny, smart,
talented girl named...
I can't say it.
You'd laugh, cause you know her.
And I love her...

— The End —